Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 610

Chapter 610

The two got out of the car and made their way over.

Just as Kenneth arrived before Spencer, the latter noticed his pale complexion and asked, “Are you injured?”

Kenneth shot him a glance. Instead of waiting for a reply, Spencer continued, “In the past, there were some people who underwent treatment without using anesthesia. Their complexions were the same as yours right now.”

Perhaps that was what a person who pursued the extreme and perfection would be like, regardless of what kind of industry they were in.

Kenneth did not seem to be bothered by those words. Instead, he handed over all the medicine he had brought back.

Spencer's eyes roamed over the contents. “So many?”

“Boss said this is the antidote, but I can't trust him, so I brought everything back. Take a look,” Kenneth uttered.

Spencer opened the bottles, peeked inside, and got a whiff of them one after another.

While smelling one of the medicines, he furrowed his brows.

Dave turned to him and asked, “What's wrong?”

“This smell...” Spencer frowned and directed his attention to the other two. “This is no antidote. It's a poison that can take one's life without anyone knowing.”

Kenneth and Dave exchanged looks with each other.

After making that discovery, Spencer continued inspecting the other medicine.

Seeing that, Kenneth uttered, “Continue with the inspection. I'll head inside first.”

Spencer nodded in acknowledgment, and so did Dave.

With that, Kenneth strode off.

Staring at his retreating figure, Dave knitted his brows.

Spencer continued smelling the bottles of medicine. As he still had no clue what kind of poison was in Natasha's body, he was making no progress.

Lifting his gaze to the expression on Dave's face, he questioned, “What is it? Are you envious?”

Dave snapped out of his daze and looked at Spencer. “Don't you think he makes others envious of him?”

Spencer could not help but nod his head in agreement after hearing his response. “Indeed he does. He is the only man in this whole world who can abandon a woman and court her back again so shamelessly.”

Dave was rendered speechless.

“Come on. Let's talk inside,” Spencer urged.

As the two entered the house, Dave popped a question. “Do you think telepathy exists?”

Spencer nodded. “Of course. But it normally happens between siblings, especially twins. The same goes for a mother and her child. Basically, the younger the child is, the stronger the telepathy is. These are all facts supported by research.”

“How about those who are not biologically related? For instance, a couple?” Dave inquired.

“Medical research shows that such cases are rare. I prefer to say that it's a vague feeling that only those deeply in love could sense,” Spencer stated.






















































Those words made Dave nod thoughtfully. “I see.”

“Why? Did you feel something?” Spencer probed.

“It's just a casual question,” Dave retorted.

“There's no such thing as a casual question.” Spencer looked at him intently. “You're talking about Kenneth and Natasha, right?”

Dave shifted his gaze to Spencer and nodded, not denying it.

Spencer observed him.

If one were to say that women had strong intuition for other female counterparts, then men would only need one look to understand what another man was thinking.

Spencer pursed his lips. “Nat and Kenneth shared a deep bond since they were young. Despite all these years, she hasn't had a change of heart, not even when Kenneth did many nasty things or when she knew very well that he most likely couldn't remember anything from the past. She is the kind of person who would rather lose everything than settle for the status quo. As for Kenneth, he lost his memory because of her, yet he has fallen in love with her again even though he hasn't regained his memory. These aren't pure coincidences. It's an attraction or affinity of the deep connection between them. They're destined to be together.”

Of course, Dave understood what he meant.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked at Spencer and remarked, “I know. That's why I'm envious of them!”

“There's no need to be envious. You will also find your destined one someday,” Spencer said.

Dave raised an eyebrow. “What is it? Don't tell me you know physiognomy too?”

“I really do. How about you let me give you an assessment?” Spencer joked.

“Forget about it. I never believe in such things,” Dave said.

Spencer laughed. “I'm serious. Judging from your facial features, I can foretell that you will meet the woman who's very important to you this year.”

In response, Dave merely laughed it off, taking it as a joke.

Meanwhile, Kenneth freshened up and changed into a new set of clothes before heading over to see Natasha.

A warm and cozy light was turned on in the room. The lighting was just right for him to get a clear view of the woman on the bed.

Natasha was in deep slumber. Her long eyelashes settled neatly along her tightly shut eyes, and there was an indescribable feeling of coziness to that sight.

Gazing at her, Kenneth recalled how he was not around when she suffered a relapse that morning. At once, the man felt an inexplicable sense of heartache.

He shifted his sight to Natasha's hand, gently held onto it, and brought it near his lips.

At that moment, Natasha's eyelashes quivered slightly before she opened her eyes.

Looking barely awake, she stared at the man before her and muttered, “Kenneth? You're back?”

“Yes.” Kenneth's voice was raspy.

“How are you? You're not injured, are you?” Natasha tried to get up as she asked.

At the sight of that, he quickly held her down. “I'm fine.”

Perhaps because the lighting was too dim, she did not notice anything even after sizing him up. Hence, she asked, “What time is it?”

Kenneth glanced at the time and replied, “A little past three.”

It was, in fact, a miracle that the groggy Natasha could wake up at a time like that.

“Aren't you sleeping yet?” she asked.

“Not yet. I still have to tend to some matters. You can sleep first. I'll return in a bit,” said Kenneth in a slightly hoarse voice.

Natasha bobbed her head. “Okay. I'm so tired that I can't keep my eyes open any longer. I'll get back to sleep first. We'll talk tomorrow if there's anything.”

He grunted in acknowledgment.

With that, she shut her eyes. Soon after, she fell into a deep slumber again.

Kenneth kept his eyes on her for a while more before he stood up, planted a kiss on her forehead tenderly, and left.

Natasha, who was left alone in the room, remained sound asleep.

Back in the living room, Spencer and Dave were still chatting away when Kenneth came down.

The latter walked up to them and inquired, “How are things?”

Spencer answered, “I still don't know what poison is in Nat's body, so I can't give you an answer for now.”

“How long more do you need, then?” Kenneth asked.

“It's hard to say. I'll need a laboratory.” Spencer put forth his request.

Without hesitation, Dave responded, “No problem. Send me a list of items you need; I'll take care of it.”

Spencer nodded. “Okay.”

At that point, Kenneth interrupted, “According to Boss, the intensity of the pain will gradually increase till one can't take it anymore. It may get so excruciating that one will want to end their own life even before the poison acts up. Spencer, her relapse has been getting more and more frequent these days. We don't have much time to spare. Do you understand what I mean?”

Spencer's brows knitted together tightly when he heard those words. “That'll depend on how long it takes to get me a laboratory.”

Dave stared at him and promised, “Tomorrow.”

Spencer seemed a little stunned initially but quickly nodded. “All right. If that's so, I'll make sure to lose no time either. Rest assured that I won't let anything happen to Nat.”